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They came.
Of course they did, she beckoned the hounds of hell to her sacrifice.
The caribou snorted, breathing heavy but shallow through her pain and blood loss, her mortality. A gut churning reminder with every strained breath. She scented him long before his approach, nostrils flaring to intake the wolfs scent ─ noting the hint of something ancient, and familiar. "My, what do we have here? Aren't you a beauty..." pale eyes snapped upward, locking upon his own and as she met his gaze there was a pull, the familiarity growing only stronger but Freydís' concern was on one subject and one alone right now.
❝ Fallegur ég mun vera kyrr með hjarta þitt stungið á eina af tindunum mínum, úlfur ❞ she spat harshly. Knowing she has every odd stacked against her, but also knowing she will not die without a fight. She would take the bastard with her if she must go down today. With what felt like every ounce of her strength the caribou pushed a leg beneath her chest, propping herself up as she lifted her head high and refused to break his eye contact.
❝ speech ❞